58 SIR VICTOR BROOKE CHAP, in 



Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.' 

 The pass was gained and passed, and nothing but a 

 long stiff winding walk lay between me and the 

 boat, and consequently my Aftensmag (supper). The 

 only place of any difficulty was the pass ; this was 

 nothing, and was amply repaid by the view of the Vest 

 Fjord a light purple tinge covered everything, lighting 

 up the snowy mountains on the mainland. This died 

 softly away, leaving the dull gray look that the moun- 

 tains in the north of Norway have at night. I was too 

 tired to stop long, but pushed on and reached the boats 

 at twelve o'clock P.M., and Swolvear at one, finding old 

 Clay, with his head out of his window, anxiously 

 expecting me." 



Before leaving the Lofodens he mentions the way 

 the inhabitants have of getting from one island to the 

 other upon what he describes as snow shoes, in the 

 form of canoes, upon each foot, and the balance kept 

 partly by the feet and partly by a long paddle. These 

 shoes resemble what so many people have seen lately 

 at Captain Boyton's Water Show. 



From the Lofodens he went to Bod 6, and there 

 planned an excursion into Lapland, with his friend 

 Clay, including an ascent of Saletjelind, the highest 

 mountain in the polar circle, but bad weather and 

 Clay's illness prevented them, and he had to content 

 himself with shooting excursions to some neighbouring 

 islands. At Veblungsnoes, near Romsdal, he joined 

 a stalker named Erick, and went with him into the 

 mountains in pursuit of reindeer. Here the Journal 

 ends, and I have no record of what luck attended 

 them. 



